i do not know which road to take
of nonexistence or eternity;
a world mirrored for my specter's sake,
or a dream where i am free.
in one there is this castle afloat,
so high in a crystal, rainbow cloud;
one can cross the grassy fields or mote,
where my silent scream is loud.
or a place where i cry no more,
a darkness where i don't exist;
my tears are washed along an ebony shore,
a lonely sea of frost and mist.
either way i dwell alone
in my dimension of solitude,
where one i hear a soft hymn's drone,
the other to carry a lamentation's interlude.